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:: (london five) the day's a wasted

Stamped: Wednesday, June 07, 2000

Estee had left a telephone message at reception, when I got down for breakfast this morning. So all day I tried calling her back, but failed miserably. I walked across Brighton and Hove, had dinner at the Pizza Hut (staring at an empty seat across the table) and went to bed. What a waste this Tuesday was.

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